Catastrophe (Acrostic) Poem by Samah Khan

C an I be helped if I fall too often
A nd scab a knee or break a limb?
T rust me to make myself an early coffin
A s my predicament seems quite grim
S ay people to me this everyday
T hat I am a walking manic
R eckless, unmindful, culpable, they say,
O f wreaking havoc and fear and panic
P lease, beg I, do not dig me a grave till I have breathed my last breath
H ave patience, dear friends and bear with me my loose ends
E cstatic liberation will have to wait for my death